Petals In The Grass

Yesterdays Perfume

A lost voice
Cries my name
A cruel hoax
Imaginations game
My thinking's not clear
I keep thinking she's here

A faint smell
Of yesterdays perfume
There's no one around
I peer across the room
My thinking's not clear
I keep thinking she's here

My head on the pillow
I close my eyes
Softly she sings
Lost lullabies
My dreaming's not clear
I keep dreaming she's here


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Yesterdays Perfume

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